HOPE

some days
my mind is dead
and i can't even bear
to remember to breathe.
other days,
its like a live wire,
tripping and slipping
and exploding in every way
that makes no sense.
yet some days,
its completely centered
on one specific thing.
Completely captivated
by the mystery and surprise
of an occurrence i once thought impossible,
i smile at the surprisingly sweet uncertainty
and endless possibilities of the future.
Hope.

YOUNG GIRL

Young girl,
you look at your reflection in disgust.
You reflect within to find confliction.
You greet the sun with dread,
and the moon with grief.

Young girl,
you're a master escapist.
Wishing to rid yourself
of even yourself.
Pleading with the world
around you to truly see you.

Oh young girl,
darling of the master's heart
you have forgotten and therefore
been mislead.
Who you think you are
is just an illusion
blinding you from
the truth
of your extraordinary essence.

UP

The umbrella above my head,
is my only protection
from the harsh realities of my life.
Standing far away
above the world around me,
I life my chin for the first time
after watching my feet
hit the ground
for so long.
Like a little girl,
I simply wish
That i could fly.
Away from it all,
with the wind
as my closest friend
and lover.

MUSIC APPRECIATION

what is music?
the highest form of communication.
stepping in
where words falter.
filling our souls,
not just our ears and eyes....
with color.

THE STORMING SYMPHONY

The rain pattering on the window

providing such a pretty rhythm,

the lighting dancing in the sky,

the thunder applauding the lightning dance...

I just turn off the lights,

cuddle under the blanket

and enjoy the show outside that

relaxes me like no other.

Nothing like an eventful night.

SO DIFFERENT DEAR DARLING OF MINE

dear darling of mine,
i close my eyes and remember
when the thought of you
made me so warm inside.
when knowing having you
in my life
made my world okay.

Now, the pages have turned
and on the contrary
you've become so cold.
like a switch that's been flipped
the your actions bite.
the uncertainty of what
you are or what i am
is unsettling.

like the seasons,
or the sun and moon
in the sky,
we all change.
and now the reality
of the change between
you and i
utterly aches my
already broken, steadily breaking
heart...
dear, dear darling of mine.